Page 79 of Soulless Deeds

My lips pulled back as anger swept through me. “Who gives a fuck about what that sperm donor thought, Meek? He had a fucking ego complex, and at that time, you didn’t have a Variant, which is all he cared about. If only he saw you now, the most powerful of us all. He’d probably cream in his pants… Or in another woman, knocking her up too.” Emerson laughed. “If he was still here, you’d be the golden child instead of Chase.”

She deflated at my words, an inward, pained look gracing her features.

Fuck this.I loved everything about my eldest sister, and she loved us in return. Chase wouldn’t want us living a lifestyle our loser father tried to instil in us.

With a huff, I bumped my shoulder with hers. “I didn’t mean that’s how worth is measured. Oliver King was a self-obsessedasshole. He literally had four kids so he could dose them up with his amplifier sperm, making superhero babies. He isn’t the criteria we should strive to meet.”

Emerson sighed. “Yet, everything we are comes from him.”Is she serious? My poor, lost sister. He really did a number on her.

I scoffed. “You give him too much credit. He was a narcissist obsessed with power. And look where it got him. Fucking dead! His love was always conditional, and even then, I don’t think he ever knew what love was.Weare the Sovereign now, Meek. And with that, you need to take the permanent ink to mark you as so!”

Emerson let my statement sink in, then, after a minute, she shook out of her stupor, claiming she was going to find the others.

And when she walked away, I heard her whisper something under her breath, so gentle I almost missed it. “If only you knew.”

I sagged forward, laying my head over my arms across the counter.Did I just manage to fuck all of that up?

Exhaustion pulled at my mind, my feet ached in my stiletto heels and home was calling.

But where is home?

A spike of apprehension registered. I hadn’t told my siblings about stabbing Echo. Although they knew something had happened, they didn’t pry, instead choosing to ignore my volatile state and distracting me with everything the night had to offer. I missed their presence immensely, and I knew they would use any excuse to convince me to come back to them.

However, without my knowledge or my wanting, Echo’s apartment gradually began to feel like home over time. It became the safe space I craved and longed to return to. Or maybe it was the person that resided there? However, Echo had demolished that sentiment with his harsh words and cruel lies.

My eyes lapsed shut to get some semblance of rest when a sentient spark inflamed my senses. It’s like there was a light inside of me that pulsated and ignited from his very presence. The lost sensation when he wasn’t near was entirely useless and damn irritating.

Why does my body scream out for him? And why does his very being call out for mine in return?Because I was the biggest fucking fool in the world. That’s why.

XXXI

Echo

Athick sense of melancholy plagued my every move since departing Remi. His despondent words echoed through my skull until I could only make sense of one thing.

Deserve her.

I found Spencer at a deserted bar, head resting over crossed arms on top of the countertop. With her eyes closed, I took my time perusing her, taking in everything I could. She was covered in red, the stark colour glowing against her pale skin and white skater dress, her auburn hair stained all over. Yet, she’d never looked more lovely.

Deserve her.

A staff member dressed in a doctor's lab coat approached, shaking her shoulder when she didn’t respond. My girl was tired, and it was time to take her home.

I strolled forward as the doctor pulled a syringe from his pocket. “She hasn’t overdosed. She’s sleeping.”

From the sound of my voice, Spencer blindly punched out, clocking the guy clean across the face, which was definitely going to leave a bruise. He was about to snap back when I gave him a deathly glare, and he realised who I was. Tucking his equipment back in his pocket, he scurried away with a respectful nod.

“Was that fucker going to inject me?”Ahh, there’s that sweet voice I was craving. Even when it's laced with annoyance.

I walked round the bar and straddled the stool next to her. Sure, I manspread a little, if only to feel her thigh against mine. Spencer retracted from the contact, eyes narrowing in my direction.

“Why is he still breathing?” she asked.

I shifted to face her and couldn’t help it when my fingers twined through the ends of her hair.

“He’s a legitimate medical doctor, Ghost. This place is full of them. They scope the nightclub, ensuring people are safe, provide protection, prevent overdose and most importantly, ensure there’s no deaths. Well, that last one can’t always be guaranteed, but we’ve learnt from our mistakes.”

I braved a peek at her face, which seemed distracted, her gaze trained on my fingertips that continued to play with her soft auburn strands. I was surprised she let the action continue, but I wasn’t about to stop.

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